mech warriors have no love

The leaders of the allied forces who were beaten to bits and pieces signed the unequal treaty with their heads held down, and returned to their hometowns one by one.

The most unlucky family was forced to agree to develop the most remote star field of the Alliance, as a free laborer, and the income after the development was completed was all the Alliance.

César stopped the scene in the dream from happening, and the shadow in his heart dissipated. After getting off the mecha, he let Lancelot rub it back and forth in a good-tempered manner to check whether he was injured.

Elton had already been locked up and was about to be taken back to Star Delan for interrogation. The people in the temporary base came and went in a hurry. Lancelot was sure that César was safe and sound, so he turned around and went to work.

Both the chairperson and the former chairperson have been abolished. The council has been purged and temporarily useless. All major and minor issues have to be dealt with by the Marshal of the Alliance. Lancelot was so busy that he didn't touch the ground until he returned to Star De Lan. César couldn't be alone with him anymore.

After the complete victory, everyone's brows were beaming. Only Leslie's father and son were not very happy. They sat together exuding a cold air, and even David dared not pass by them.

César was not happy not to see Lancelot.

Lambert was not happy that his son was raped.

It's a pity that the culprit who made both of them unhappy was spinning around, and there was no way to make them happy.

When he left Planet Delan last time, César had to be careful of the constant temptations from the council, but this time when he came back, everything changed.

After Lancelot was busy with military affairs, he came to tidy up the parliament again. He carefully picked out the ones that should be cleaned up, locked them in a secret prison for interrogation, and put the rest back into the parliament. In fact, it is not so cumbersome, the operation of the alliance requires them to do a lot of things.

What some congressmen have done has touched the bottom line of the alliance. Lancelot is now in full swing, and the families behind those congressmen turn a blind eye to his cruel hand and remain silent.

The night before the secret execution of those congressmen, members of the Marshal's Guard knocked on the door of Leslie's house.

After returning to Delan Star, César arrived home alone. He knew what Lambert and Lancelot were busy with. These two men silently shouldered many burdens and protected him behind him. He stayed at home obediently. , accompany Ellie to plant flowers or make gadgets, and wait quietly for them to come back.

Molly's face was very serious. When she saw César, she didn't smile like she usually did. She silently saluted him and said in a low voice, "Captain César, please follow me."

César followed her to the Alliance's secret prison.

He hugged Micah expressionlessly, already guessing what Molly was going to take him to see.

Sure enough, after going through three checks, he saw several congressmen who were isolated and locked up, as well as Merlin.

Molly stood behind him and said softly, "The marshal said that if you want to execute them yourself, it's not impossible."

It is also really spoiled by heaven.

César was not really proud of being favored. His expression was as indifferent as ever, and he slowly swept across the group of people whose eyes were a little bit broken after countless rounds of interrogation and torture, and said coldly: "I'm afraid of dirty hands."

After a pause, he walked up to Merlin who was trembling uncontrollably.

Staring at this lunatic who had given him countless pains, he bent down and stared at him without blinking.

Maybe it was these familiar green eyes that awakened Merlin's sanity. He shuddered suddenly and looked at César in horror: "Don't... don't come here, Lord Elton asked me to do it, it doesn't matter my business……"

César's eyes turned to the most silent Elton.

The former chairman of the Congress kept his secrets, but he had believed in Buddhism for many years, and he was still so kind-hearted. Feeling César's gaze, he tilted his head and smiled at him, and suddenly said: "Back then, old Leslie wanted to send Belling I sent someone to stop him. I asked him to choose you, or the female orc. He gave the woman the right to choose, and she chose you."

César stared at him quietly, his green eyes seemed to be erected, like some kind of beast.

Elton smiled strangely: "What a beautiful woman, no wonder Lambert fell in love with her too. Unfortunately, after being injected with the virus, the skin quickly dissolved, the appearance withered, and finally turned into a pool of blood..."

César's voice was soft: "You want me to kill you?"

Elton's voice faltered.

César looked at him indifferently: "Lambert will do what you wish."

Lambert has experienced countless times on the battlefield, and knows how many cruel methods, while César can only simply kill people.

Elton seems to have thought too well, angering César can die quickly without being tortured.

When they came out, the dark night became more intense, and Molly's eyes were red. After sending Cesare to the gate of Leslie's house, she suddenly took out a bag and handed it to Cesare's arms, smiling and blinking. : "Small biscuits on Star Ruth."

César recalled what he had eaten secretly in the middle of the night, and couldn't help showing a smile. He took the biscuits, said "thank you", and turned around to see Ellie standing in front of the house in a coat, waiting for him quietly .

Molly patted his head: "Master Marshal is very busy recently, and he has to fight the orcs next."

Everything was expected, César nodded obediently, turned and went home.

After a major purge, under the strong voice of the people and Lancelot and the supporters behind it, the parliament reformed from top to bottom, cut off the bloated and unnecessary parts, and sat in the parliament again At the long table, most of the old faces had disappeared.

Lancelot strongly recommended Lambert to become the candidate for the chairman of the parliament, and then took the lead in voting for him.

Driven by him, Lambert was elected as the new chairman of the alliance with an absolute advantage.

Lambert's speech was very formal and rigid, and he wanted to punch Lancelot when he got off the podium.

He never thought of being the chairman of the Congress, who was so miserable!

It's a pity that Lancelot has already led the army to beat the orcs.

This battle was surprisingly long.

César had to answer two communication requests every night, one was the alliance marshal who was ruthless and merciless on the battlefield. The marshal asked him to change into bunny pajamas every day, looking at the soft and cold little guy in the projection, I can't wait to hold two handfuls in the palm of my hand.

The other is from Uncle Cheap, Karl comes to complain every day, calling Lancelot insidious and cunning in different ways.

If the Orcs would not be completely passive in the negotiation, they had to make sure that the battle would not be too ugly, and Karl also worked hard.

When Uncle Cheap complained, César blocked his voice, switched the screen quietly, and silently watched the unfinished "Linging with the Fallen Duke".

When the calculated time was almost up, César switched back to the screen, unblocked it, and nodded in agreement with Carl's ashen-faced "Do you think so?"

Karl was very moved by his little nephew's willingness to listen to his complaints, and said that he would definitely make up for a generous gift when they meet next time.

César: "..."

The little prince, who was unknowingly brought down by the Alliance Marshal, nodded with a calm expression: "It should."

Leslie's house, where no outsiders disturbed, seemed to return to when he was very young, and he accompanied Ellie to study strange little things every day, bullying furballs, and lived comfortably.

It seemed that the suffering that should not have fallen on him had been erased by an invisible hand.

César didn't know when this battle would end.

He was just in a dream when he vaguely felt someone climbed up his window, opened his eyes in a daze, saw a person sitting on the bedside, saw him awake, smiled and kissed his forehead, took off He took off his coat and went to bed.Getting under the blanket from the outside, his body should be cold, but it was unexpectedly hot. He hugged his waist and whispered: "It's okay, go to sleep."

César turned around in a daze, nestled face to face in his arms, raised his head and kissed his chin, closed his eyes, and since returning to Planet Delan, everything in his dream has completely come true, he No more waking up every night without a dream.

When he woke up the next day, César stared blankly at the naked, exposed chest that was close at hand, and seriously thought about whether he had gone to the front to capture the Union Marshal back.

Lancelot hugged him and fell asleep soundly, his eyes were still slightly black and blue, his slightly frowning brows were full of exhaustion, and he didn't know how long he hadn't slept.

César silently turned on his personal terminal and looked at the alliance news, and found that the news from the front hadn't been sent out yet, and it was likely that the Marshal ran back by himself as soon as the matter was resolved.

He's been feeling a little dry lately.

After seeing Lancelot, that feeling became even more obvious.

This feeling was both familiar and strange. After being enveloped by Lancelot's breath, it almost climbed into every pore, making him almost tremble.

Mao Qiu sat on the bed, found melon seeds from nowhere, and said indifferently while nibbling: "Are you familiar with it, your estrus period has arrived."

César: "..."

Fuqiu leaned against Lu Xi and laughed: "Oh, the child has really grown up."

César: "...get out."

It's no wonder that Micah didn't remind me that the second estrous period after adulthood can't be predicted, and César himself didn't notice it until Lancelot came back, and the blood was boiling hot. all over the body.

However, the Marshal was sound asleep, and his hands were still like iron, holding Cesare firmly in his arms.

Cesare was suffering anxiously.

For him in estrus, Lancelot was like a huge aphrodisiac, very scary.

He raised his hand expressionlessly, wanting to slap Lancelot awake.

His hands didn't have much strength, and his body seemed to be undergoing some changes. César vaguely remembered that Micah said that his body would show the characteristics of an orc when he was in estrus. out of sight.

Will he grow a tail and have a face of hair?

During the last estrus, he didn't even have the energy to pay attention to his appearance, but this time he exploded and struggled in Lancelot's arms, waking Lancelot awake in a short while.

"Be good... Be good." Lancelot didn't open his eyes, and reached out to pat César's head comfortingly, "Baby, I haven't slept for half a month, and I came back non-stop after signing the agreement with Carl..."

His murmur-like voice was low and hoarse, with a slight nasal tone, magnetic and sexy, which made César's back numb.

The big hand stroked the familiar little head twice, and suddenly came across a strange, furry thing.

Lancelot's eyebrows jumped, and he finally woke up. When he opened his eyes, he was stunned.

The one in his arms...is Cesare, that's right.

But...why did César have two snow-white, feline-like ears on her head?

Through the white fluff, you can still see the pink and tender color.

It was touched just now, and the ear moved slightly, it seemed to be more red, almost folded, accompanied by the slight trembling and weak moaning of the person in his arms.

The marshal is well-informed, and this is the first time he saw such a situation, he was taken aback for a moment, and quickly looked at César's face: "Baby, what's wrong with you?"

César's eyes had turned into vertical pupils, and the usual coldness was replaced by mist, biting his lip and glaring at him.

Lancelot thought for a moment, with a strange expression on his face: "Could it be..."

César's body was completely exhausted, and he leaned limply into his arms, angrily saying, "Shut up..."

His voice was not as cold as usual, and the ending was full of hoarse trills.

Lancelot had already understood, stood up without hesitation, rolled up the person in his arms with the quilt into his arms, and shouted imposingly: "Luci!"

Led by Micah, Lucy, who was eating melon seeds in the corner, jumped up at the sound, flew out of the window, and quickly returned to the form of a silver mech.

Then the marshal threw down the poor fur ball, took the young master of the Leslie family away with peace of mind, and took the young master of the Leslie family away, jumped into the mecha, and went to the wolf den with the rabbit in his mouth.

César reluctantly opened his eyes in the climax: "Where to...?"

"Go to a safe place." Lancelot bowed his head and kissed his lips reassuringly, and couldn't help biting the cat ears that popped out of his head wickedly.

César trembled, his eyes turned red, and his voice changed: "Lancelot!"

His appearance is so soft and lovely, with watery eyes, and fluffy animal ears growing out of the black hair, Lancelot's tongue touched the roof of his mouth, and he endured for a long time before he couldn't resist tearing him apart like this The urge to swallow it rubbed his sweaty cheek: "Hey, bear up, I'll explain something and I'll take you out of here."

César was drowsy, and subconsciously pulled into the corner of his clothes, his consciousness became hazy, and he vaguely felt that Lancelot had left for a while, and came back after a long time.

He managed to recover Si Qingming from the hot flashes, and asked blankly, "Where have you been?"

Lancelot didn't change his face: "I went to the next parliament, explained some things, and proposed to amend the marriage law by the way."

César: "And then?"

Lancelot: "...I made a mistake, I forgot that your father is the chairman of the council."

His Excellency the Marshal spoke so confidently at the beginning, but unfortunately he forgot that there was Lambert in the parliament.

The face hurts.

César couldn't help but smiled slightly, leaning against his arms, trying to stay awake: "Then what?"

Lancelot reached out and pinched his furry ears, his eyes were as dark as the sea: "Then the Union Marshal eloped with the young master of the Leslie family."